“the water dream”

by Mark Burgh

Night’s sea 

rises tiding 

over oaks 

shorn of leaves, 

broaching all islands

lit by low 

yellow bulbs, 

driving

into shoals 

of houses 

like premonitions: 

sorrow, chaste grief;

a finger dipped

into grey dishwater.

Mark Burgh lives and teaches in Fort Smith, AR. He holds a BA in history from the University of Delaware, an MFA in Creative Writing and a Ph.D in English from the University of Arkansas. His work has appearing in many journals and he has won numerous writing awards.